I'm writing an office sex series, but as the series develops it's turning into less of an office sex type of situation. He's still her boss, but now they're in a relationship. So when, if ever, should I change the category over to something else?

I take a drink of my coffee as I hurry towards my office building. I'm trying to avoid the rain, but my jacket is soaked. It's supposed to rain for the next few days, and I'm honestly pretty excited. But of course, I forgot my umbrella in my haste to not be late for work. Damien and I had a late night last night... so I slept through my alarm this morning. He's going to be the death of me. ...

"Then come get me..." I say and pull against the cuffs again. "Mm, mm, mm. Not yet, Ms. Adams. We're going to do this right," he says and tosses my vibrator onto the bed. He removes his coat and walks over to his dresser, pulling out a maroon tie. "Lift your head," he murmurs as he walks over to me. I do as he says and he wraps it around my head, covering my eyes. "Can you see anything?...

I'm sitting in the chair beside Damien's bed, waiting for him to wake up. I feel his hand move ever so slightly in mine so I open my eyes. His eyes are closed but he's scowling and trying to move his right arm, which is has an IV attached to it. "Hey, baby. Don't move ok? You just got out of surgery," I say softly and squeeze his hand. He opens his eyes and has to squint against the...

I wake to Damien kissing up my shoulder towards my neck. I'm lying on my stomach, hands under my pillow, facing away from him. I turn my head towards him and smile, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "Good morning," he says and laughs softly, "Although I do have to say that you have dreadful bed head." "Did you get any sleep?" I ask and lean up to look at my alarm clock. Two minutes until...

I sit at the coffee shop near my home and sip at my lemonade while typing up my paper for my English 116B class. I come here every Sunday and order the same thing: lemonade with a berry croissant. I always use this time to finish up my weekend homework, since I'm a professional procrastinator. This is my first semester of college, and I think I'm handling it pretty well. I look up at the...

I sit in the airport and watch the planes land. It's 6:32 AM and Lara's plane should be here in three minutes, if it's on time. The board says it is, but you never know. I grab my purse and walk to the nearest Starbucks to grab a coffee while I wait. I have to go to work after I drop them off at their apartment, and to be honest I don't really want to go. Damien's acting weird towards me....

To have the body I have, you have to work for it. I love my body, and so do the women in the building where I work. I'm not a man whore or anything; I just like sex and you can't blame me for that. I have a six-pack, great arms, and those lines above your pelvis that drive women crazy. I have these light blue eyes that apparently make me super approachable, and I'm tall, almost 6'6" so that's...

The buzz of my alarm wakes me, pulling me out of my dream. As soon as I fully wake, the dream is gone and I click off my alarm. I groan as I stretch, taking up most of my queen sized bed with my outstretched limbs. I sigh, completely content, and roll onto my tummy, crawling toward Clyde who is asleep on the end of the bed. "Good morning, my little boy," I coo as I scratch behind his...

I sit at my desk finishing up with my work for the day. Five minutes until I can leave, and I have to leave before Damien. To be honest, I'm not sure I can risk seeing my boss today. Since day one, I have been attracted to his bright green eyes that contrast so beautifully against his dark hair. He always keeps it a little messy, but still appropriate for a lawyer. I know all the women in...